CHAPTER III. 
A Ride to the Victoria Falls of the 
Zambesi. 
N arriving at Shoshong^ as I have said, the 
roads to the hunting groundslie indifferent 
directions. Shoshong itself is much like other 
native towns ; that is, a mass of huts shaped 
like bee-hives, inhabited by a mass of bipeds 
shaped like monkeys. From all native towns 
a peculiarly unpleasant odor arises, which 
is caused by the natives’ excessively crude 
recognition of the established laws of sanita¬ 
tion. The chief of the Bamangwato is a man 
called Khama. He has a brother living who 
ought to be dead, and who is very like Khama 
in appearance. 
In March 1886 I was sent up from Mafe- 
king to Shoshong on a mission to Khama ; 
and the rumours of wars which were flying 
about compelled me to remain there till the 
end of May. At that time my colonel, Col. 
Carrington, came up with wagons and water 
